[color=#6C2DC7][h1][center]Corin Talmor[/center][/h1][/color]
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[color=#733635][b]Title:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]The Gem Knight[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7][b]Race:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]Human (Cyran)[/color]
[color=#733635][b]Class:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]Paladin — Gem Knight Archetype[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd] Bastion [@Oso], Meiyu [@Tae], Malik [@FunnyGuy], Phia [@princess], Arya [@potter], Menzai [@samreaper], and Tommy [@DWGJay][/color]
[color=#733635][b]Location:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]The Kraken's Wake -> Seadragons Throne Room[/color]
[color=#733635][b]Gold Balance:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]23[/color]
[color=#733635][b]Injuries:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]Cracked arm, gem in sternum, concussion is gone now mostly[/color]
[color=#733635][b]Equipment:[/b][/color]
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[color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Oathlight — Reforged longsword of Talmorite alloy[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Luminar — Shield of Light and Memory[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Necklace of Vowstones (Citrine, Amethyst, Diamond)[/color][color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Scale-mail infused with gem-stones, offering an iridescent kaleidoscope of color[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Travelling Clothes — simply garb meant to wear out of combat[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Artisan’s Clothes — good for working in the forges or workshops[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Travelling Cloak — Cloudy blue cloak used to mask his figure[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Maintenance toolbelt & travel satchel
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Another morning, and a strangely calm night of sleep for the old war dog had passed. He rolled out of bed with what grace he could and stretched his limbs far above his head before resting and scratching himself in places that he wouldn’t reach once he was fully armored up. He had decided on a room for himself, despite the more earnest feelings he had with his party the man held the smallest of reservations of placing all his trust into newly met chaotic compatriots.

Corin’s morning routine was rather bland, filled with basic hygiene that kept him from looking like he [i]literally[/i] just rolled out of bed, packing away his things, and undoing the macgyvered defense system fastened against the door. The mechanism consisted of a chair, some rope, and a well balanced broom he happened to find in the corner that was tied to a few empty bottles left by the previous tenant. Any moveIf you could even call it a “system”. It was moreso a strategically placed set of empty bottles that would collide if the door were opened, placed ever so quietly once everyone had settled into bed, and removed very early in the morning before anyone could innocently spring the trap.

He thought for a moment and found himself grateful to not have to go so rogue so early on into this new chapter of his adventure. Corin wasn’t sure how the group would take it. As he undid the mechanism, he couldn’t help but notice a new figure leaving the room the rest of the group had decided to stay in. There was the typical entourage, but now instead of Minerva, there was this elf who called himself Malik.

Corin merely looked at the man for what felt like an eternity before making a brief exchange to confirm this new identity. Malik was kind enough to indulge without giving away much else other than that he was Minerva, and he is now Malik. But this raised new questions for Corin. Was he a shapeshifter? Was this the “main form”? How many personas had this person adopted? What pronouns did they use? He decided to let it all socially come to light, as the quiet and reserved demeanor of this new face suggested they were not much of a talker.

As the gang settled into the main dining area, it was clear this place was a regular drinking hole for the townsfolk, even in the early hours of the day. Hot food and refreshing drinks, even some alcoholic ones, were being served. But in the midst of all this calm stood three opposing figures. Corin hadn’t seen any of them yet, but with the way they addressed the group at large it seemed like they were at the very least related to this Prince he heard about last night. Corin stayed quiet, calmly walking past them before getting his own brew of morning coffee and rejoining the party. With a sip, he gave a neutral look as if to say – “Go on then.”

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Corin was no stranger to a military escort like this – even if they weren’t an organized platoon nor were they bearing any particular nations “colors”. It all felt the same. There was a purposeful chaos in it all. The way they regarded one another, and the looks his group was given. He had plenty to give of his own, stone cold lack of recognition was all that would meet the guards as he moved on through. His eyes met theirs, but he didn’t see them. He saw “behind” them, blankly sipping the last bits of his coffee before placing the empty cup on a nearby railing, decorating the junk with even more junk.

Malik spoke first, with words that struck a cord with Corin. He would have very much said the same. For he knew who he was – the last legacy of a land erased by a light that could only be described in folklore. A man who had seen conflict for longer than some of these little ones had been alive. His body was forged by decades of countless fights, long skirmishes, and untold atrocities that cut every piece of him to become a weapon of war for the Cyrian Offensive. So this grand show of Prince Ravic Dane only served to put a smile on this “mastiff”.

[color=#6C2DC7]”If I wish to live, I need to merely do so. If you wish to challenge this, then let the fates decide it.”[/color] His hand rested comfortably on his sword, and the other on his hip. [color=#6C2DC7]”Even if you took me down I could take quite a few of you with me. Are you willing to pay such a cost? Are your [i]men[/i] willing to pay such a cost?”[/color] He let the words hang, his face stern for the moment. Then his face softened, a grin forming on his lips. 

[color=#6C2DC7]”But a full out brawl right as we get here seems a bit dull! How about for now, you call me the Gem Knight. I save the government name for someone who doesn’t try to claim me as their property, respectfully.”[/color] He gave a courtesy bow, but quickly rose back up and stood to see where his words would land him – and possibly even his group.

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